Chapter eleven! Painfully short. -3- sorry about that, enjoy anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of it's characters.
"Well?" Matthew asked, waiting for Russia's response.
Russia bit his lip and glanced up uncertainly. "Um . . . Я люблю тебя." He mumbled quietly.
"Ce qui?" Matthew asked confused. He didn't really understand a lot of Russian, Alfred knew more than he did.
Russia frowned softly, "Je . . . je aime . . .." He says trying again.
"Vous amiez? " Matthew asks confused.
"Je vous . . . aime, Матвей."
Matthew's eyes widened in shock. "Excusez-moi? Do you know what that means?"
Ivan bit his lip again and looked down; he gives a slight nod, a light blush tinting his cheeks.
"Matthieu! Mon cher, are you still in here?" Francis calls, walking into the room. He spots Matthew and beams. "There you are mon cher! You gave poor Amérique a heart attack! Come, let us assure him that you are safe and the let us return home!" He says pulling Matthew to his feet.
"Papa, attendez."
"I shall not wait mon cher Matthieu! Let us get out of this place!" He forcefully drags Matthew out of the house and into a car.
"Mattie! You're all right!" Alfred exclaims tackling the poor Canadian.
"Yes I'm fine Alfred. Why wouldn't I be?" Matthew says, slightly annoyed.
"Russia." Arthur, Alfred and Francis all say at the same time.
Matthew rolls his eyes and leans back against the seat of the car. "You three worry too much."
Should I not have left him?
Who knows, though I guarantee you that when you meet him again, Russia will be in control once more. Be extremely careful Matthew.
Don't worry, I will be.
Ivan stared at the door hatefully.
See? No one loves you; they all leave you. Except for me, we're together forever.
Ivan frowned, hurt.
B-But Francis pulled him away. He did not choose to leave . . .
He's stronger than France; he could have stayed if he wanted to.
. . . . . Yes . . . he could have.
That's right child, come back to me. Listen to me child; I will make you feel better.
. . . . . . . . . . . . okay.
Good boy.
Russia glared out the window hatefully; Francis would pay for that later. They would all pay.
AN: Okay, so that was horridly short but oh well. Here's the translations;
Я люблю тебя = I like you (Russian)
Ce qui? = What? (French)
Je aime = I like (French)
Je vous = you like (French)
Je vous aime = I like you (French)
Матвей = Matvey (Russian)
Excusez-moi? = Excuse me? (French)
Attendez = Wait (French)
Thanks for reading this painfully short chapter! Please REVIEW! (even though this chapter really doesn't deserve it (-_-;) )
Au revoir!
JWR